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Born in black I squeezed for the white milk From an unknown Breast On the streets I was a month old as a feast (0-1) I balanced my feat Raised my hands for a treat But nobody was there To give me a warm great She left me alone With my future on the streets But three year old was least (1-3) Streets took me to a seek To play hide and seek I found some nomads To roll down the tire on the streets In the circus was the food as a fees And for the people age six was sweet (3-6) Cool breeze chilled our finger White fog took shelter in the winter Some where our teared cloths trendy in summer Become first door to enter We shivered on the streets To stick to each other was least Any how we have to pass the time Because morning is going to gift us a warm shine But we will find a place Were we will beg for a sake Can get some coins with woolen From the rich people who pray’s in heaven And I will sleep with the age of nine On the streets as lion (6-9) Run run common fast on the streets Said an ugly face to mugly face Huge traffic is there to knock the door Were I raised the voice as headline as a choice If u need to know come and grab the voice Mesmerizing to the god in each festive size Something should happen somewhere As I need to sell info with gear So that at least today we can fulfill our hunger As this age of eleven is not a big wonder (9-11) Someone on the streets Said we need to be protected For the future of east They took us to orphanage Where everything was fine With a show peace and Show time Someone on the streets Said we need to be protected more For the future of east So they took us to home Were emotion was the trade mark How much work we have to do In the absence of the lady Was a big question mark? They took us as a dirty blood As the real blood went to school And we were left in the kitchens Where broom act as a hunter In each summer and winter Blood shreds from the sky Where each corner tells me to cry For god sake I need my streets again To hug my mother for a rain As this age fourteen Giving me unbearable pain I need my streets again I need my streets again On the streets again……haaaa (11-14) .HARI DAS.
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